the spectacle I have always imagined

Reading Rubbino’s book, A Walk in New York, made me so homesick for the east coast; homesick for living close enough to NYC that I used to actually be able to take a train into the city and be there in about 3 hours—the book even begins with the father and son getting off a train and making their way to the upstairs level of Grand Central Station, just like I used to! Reading this book was like taking a walk down memory lane, looking at familiar buildings and some of the places I loved: New York Public Library, Union Square Park, the Hudson River, and the book wouldn’t be complete without a taxi cab ride!

Another thing I love about this book (and Rubbino’s A Walk in London) is that there is a story being told, but there is also information on each page presented in a different font, in slightly smaller text, about all kinds of stuff, i.e. did you know that, “The New York Public Library opened in 1911 with a collection of more than one million books, including children’s books.” OR “Manhattan is a port. Oil, molasses, cocoa beans, grain, machinery, and lots of other things pass up and down the river in ships and tanker barges.”
*SIGH* When can I again meander down country roads to a waiting train that will transport me to a city which always made me feel so small, so insignificant, and yet so wonderfully alive?
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